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Legacy

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Chapter 2

There was a tube portal at the end of the hall outside Doctor Plemponi’s office. Mihul stepped into the portal, punched the number of her personal quarters, waited till the overhead light flashed green a few seconds later, and stepped out into another hall seventeen floors below Plemponi’s office and a little over a mile and a half away from it.

Mihul crossed the hall, went into her apartment, locked the door behind her and punched a shield button. In her bedroom, she opened a wall safe and swung out a high-powered transmitter. She switched the transmitter to active.

“Yes?” said a voice.

“Mihul here,” said Mihul. “Quillan or the Commissioner...”

“Quillan here,” the transmitter said a few seconds later in a different voice, a deep male one. “Go ahead, doll.”

Mihul grunted. “I’m calling,” she said, “because I feel strongly that you boys had better take some immediate action in the Argee matter.”

“Oh?” said the voice. “What kind of action?”

“How the devil would I know? I’m just telling you I can’t be responsible for her here much longer.”

“Has something happened?” Quillan asked quickly.

“If you mean has somebody taken another swing at her, no. But she’s all wound up to start swinging herself. She isn’t going to do much waiting either.”

Quillan said thoughtfully, “Hasn’t she been that way for quite a while?”

“Not like she’s been the last few days.” Mihul hesitated. “Would it be against security if you told me whether something has happened to her?”

“Happened to her?” Quillan repeated cautiously.

“To her mind.”

“What makes you think so?”

Mihul frowned at the transmitter.

“Trigger always had a temper,” she said. “She was always obstinate. She was always an individualist and ready to fight for her own rights and anyone else’s. But she used to show good sense. She’s got one of the highest I.Q.s we ever processed through this place. The way she’s acting now doesn’t look too rational.”

“How would she have acted earlier?” Quillan asked.

Mihul considered. “She would have been very annoyed with Commissioner Tate,” she said. “I don’t blame her for that--I’d be, too, in the circumstances. When he got back, she’d have wanted a reasonable explanation for what has been going on. If she didn’t get one that satisfied her, she’d have quit. But she would have waited till he got back. Why not, after all?”

“You don’t think she’s going to wait now?”

“I do not,” Mihul said. “She’s forwarded him a kind of ultimatum through Plemponi. Communicate-or-else, in effect. Frankly, I wouldn’t care to guarantee she’ll stay around to hear the answer.”

“Hm ... What do you expect she’ll do?”

“Take off,” Mihul said. “One way or the other.”

“Ungh,” Quillan said disgustedly. “You make it sound like the chick’s got built-in space drives. You can stop her, can’t you?”

“Certainly I can stop her,” Mihul said. “If I can lock her in her room and sit on her to make sure she doesn’t leave by the window. But ‘unobtrusively?’ You’re the one who stressed she isn’t to know she’s being watched.”

“True,” Quillan said promptly. “I spoke like a loon, Mihul.”

“True, Major Quillan, sir,” said Mihul. “Now try again.”

The transmitter was silent a few seconds. “Could you guarantee her for three days?” he asked.

“I could not,” said Mihul. “I couldn’t guarantee her another three hours.”

“As bad as that?”

“Yes,” said Mihul. “As bad as that. She was controlling herself with Plemponi. But I’ve been observing her in the physical workouts. I’ve fed it to her as heavy as I could, but there’s a limit to what you can do that way. She’s kept herself in very good shape.”

“One of the best, I’ve been told,” said Quillan.

“Condition, I meant,” said Mihul. “Anyway, she’s trained down fine right now. Any more of it would just make her edgier. You know how it goes.”

“Uh-huh,” he said. “Fighter nerves.”

“Same deal,” Mihul agreed.

There was a short pause. “How about slapping a guard on all Colonial school exits?” he suggested.

“Can you send me an army?”

“No.”

“Then forget it. She was a student here, remember? Last year a bunch of our students smuggled the stuffed restructured mastodon out and left it in the back garden of the mayor of Ceyce, just for laughs. Too many exits. And Trigger was a trickier monkey than most that way, when she felt like it. She’ll fade out of here whenever she wants to.”

“It’s those damn tube portal systems!” said Quillan, with feeling. “Most gruesome invention that ever hit the tailing profession.” He sighed. “You win, Mihul! The Commissioner isn’t in at the moment. But whether he gets in or not, I’ll have someone over today to pick her up. Matter of fact, I’ll come along myself.”

“Good for you, boy!” Mihul said relievedly. “Did you get anything out of yesterday’s grabbers?”

“A little. ‘Get her, don’t harm her’ were their instructions. Otherwise it was like with those other slobs. A hole in the head where the real info should be. But at least we know for sure now that someone is specifically after Argee. The price was kind of interesting.”

“What was it?”

“Flat half million credits.”

Mihul whistled. “Poor Trigger!”

“Well, nobody’s very likely to earn the money.”

“I hope not. She’s a good kid. All right, Major. Signing off now.”

“Hold on a minute,” said Quillan. “You asked a while ago if the girl had gone ta-ta.”

“So I did,” Mihul said, surprised. “You didn’t say. I figured it was against security.”

“It probably is,” Quillan admitted. “Everything seems to be, right now. I’ve given up trying to keep up with that. Anyway--I don’t know that she has. Neither does the Commissioner. But he’s worried. And Argee has a date she doesn’t know about with the Psychology Service, four days from now.”

“The eggheads?” Mihul was startled. “What do they want with her?”

“You know,” Quillan remarked reflectively, “that’s odd! They didn’t think to tell me.”

“Why are you letting me know?” Mihul asked.

“You’ll find out, doll,” he said.


The U-League guard leaning against the wall opposite the portal snapped to attention as it opened. Trigger stepped out. He gave her a fine flourish of a salute.

“Good morning, Miss Farn.”

“Morning,” Trigger said. She flashed him a smile. “Did the mail get in?”

“Just twenty minutes ago.”

She nodded, smiled again and walked past him to her office. She always got along fine with cops of almost any description, and these League boys were extraordinarily pleasant and polite. They were also, she’d noticed, a remarkably muscled group.

She locked the office door behind her--part of the Plasmoid Project’s elaborate security precautions--went over to her mail file and found it empty. Which meant that whatever had come in was purely routine and already being handled by her skeleton office staff. Later in the day she might get a chance to scrawl Ruya Farn’s signature on a few dozen letters and checks. Big job! Trigger sat down at her desk.

She brooded there a minute or two, tapping her teeth with her thumbnail. The Honorable Precolonial Commissioner Tate, whatever else might be said of him, undoubtedly was one of the brainiest little characters she’d ever come across. He probably saw some quite valid reason for keeping her here, isolated and uninformed. The question was what the reason could be.

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